David Crandall Poet Rhyme

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For Screwed XXII Poetry Contest sponsored by Rob Carmack 

Child of Hiroshima

See me in a dark cloud in the sky,
or in a river slowly flowing by, 
a cherry blossom, pretty to the eye,
the child of Hiroshima.

In a bygone bouquet, given, nigh,  
a question, "did she have to die?"
Hear only silence, my reply,
the child of Hiroshima.

In a borderless land with many others,
millions of sisters, millions of brothers,
when will we be found by our mothers?
Children of Hiroshima. 

I am a never-ending sigh, 
a lingering question, "why?", 
you will never hear me cry,
the child of Hiroshima.

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sara Etgen-Baker August 30, 2025 at 5:35 PM a deafening silence engulfed me as I read this poem...Outstanding, David. David Crandall August 31, 2025 at 5:41 PM Thanks Sara! A rare serious one for me.